(Unrelated to cars, and just to put out there openly, since I don't often trouble people with my personal problems)

To the person who will never read this:

Sometimes, while you slept, I'd embrace you and run my fingers through your hair while telling you how proud of you I was. When you were awake, our relationship wasn't always smooth, but I never stopped appreciating your viewpoints, because I always wanted you to be happy.

And even though you're gone, I still love you, long after you've forgotten what it's like to love me. For my love is as eternal as I promised you it would be, which is exactly why I sacrifice my happiness to insure that you remain as such, and will continue to do so, as long as we both shall live.